They sat in the window seat for
a long while, each silently musing about their future children. Ryans
libido woke up after a bit and she started to caress Jamie sensually. Her partner
gave her a devilish little smile and said, "Lets go somewhere else.
Weve done this room thoroughly."

Ryan gave her a crooked grin and
asked, "Where to?"

"Well, first, you need to hop
in the shower," she decided. "I want to munch on every little part
of you, but youre still salty and sandy."

"Be right back." Ryan
smiled as she hopped to her feet and scampered into the bath.

When she emerged, she noticed that
Jamie had set out a little outfit for her to wear. "Mmm, dress up time?"
the dark woman asked.

"Yep," the green eyes
danced. "I love having my own life-sized dress-up doll." Ryan was
still drying her hair with the towel, and as she paused to comb it Jamie asked,
"Did you play with dolls when you were little?"

"Yeah, but not much here,"
she mused, sliding the wide-toothed comb through her tresses.

"Here?"

"America," she clarified.
"Aisling and I played mummies and daddies all the time in Ireland."

"Mummies and daddies?"

"Yeah. Playing house, you know?"

"Oh, right," she said.
"Why not here?"

"Which of my cousins do you
think I could get to play house with me?" she asked, blue eye twinkling.

"No, no," Ryan laughed.
"I think I told you that we were friends in grammar school. She was in
third grade when I was in second, and we were on our schools pee-wee soccer
team."

"I dont remember if you
told me that, Honey," she said softly. "But it makes it even clearer
why losing her friendship was so horrible for you."

"Yeah," Ryan nodded, unwilling
to go into the incident again.

"So tell me more about this
mummies and daddies thing," the blonde asked, trying to lighten up the
mood.

"It was funny," Ryan recalled,
apparently content to continue talking about her youth. "In Ireland, all
of my friends were girls because of Aisling. But in America, it was all boys."

"Which did you like better?"
Jamie asked.

"Neither. I liked them both.
They were just different. I did different things and played different games,
depending on whom I hung out with. I was actually quite good at playing mummies
and daddies. Guess which I always was?" she asked with a wide grin.

"Hmm, how many guesses do I
get?" Jamie teased, slapping her partner hard on her bare butt.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

As Ryan stood surveying the outfit
that had been prepared for her, she held up a tiny scrap of fabric and asked,
"Is this a hankie?"

"Nope," the blonde head
tossed in denial. "Those are your panties."

"Panties?" Ryan asked
as she held the fabric up, spreading it with both hands. The little elongated
triangle of shiny black material, would actually have been too small to be an
effective handkerchief, Ryan had to admit.

"Its a G-string,"
Jamie chided her gently. "Come on, let me help you into it."

Ryan gamely placed her hands on
her partners shoulders and lifted first one foot and then the other. "You
know," Ryan said as she felt behind herself and ran her fingers up the
string leading to the tiny waistband. "I never understood why it was called
a G-string. But its actually shaped just like a G thats lying on
its back." She twitched her hips a few times to settle the material
between her thighs. "I bet most women who put one of these on end up on
their backs pretty quickly too," she mused, with a leer at her grinning
partner. "So where do you want to take this off of me?"

"Not so fast, Pal," Jamie
chided, as she handed her the rest of the outfit. Ryan looked at her with a
puzzled frown as she accepted the tight gray ribbed tank and black Lycra boy-cut
shorts.

"Are we going out?" she
asked, not wanting to journey far with the G-string flossing her butt.

"Not really," the smirking
blonde answered rather enigmatically. She watched as Ryan added the tank and
workout shorts, then handed her a pair of socks and her cross-trainers.

"I just bet you will,"
she said with a wry grin. "But first, I get to choose an outfit for you.
If Im gonna display my wares, so are you!"

* * * * * * * * * * * *

When the smaller woman was dressed
in a green and blue print sports bra and blue running shorts, they walked along
the path to what looked like a large garage. Ryan asked, "How do you know
none of the key-holders are here today?"

"The gardeners were here this
morning, as you can tell." She indicated the overflowing green recycling
bins near the garage. "The housekeeper only comes once a week when no one
is home. Ive gotta admit I dont know when the pool guy comes, but
were not going far," she said, leading Ryan to a door on the side
of an enormous five car garage. There was an interior staircase just inside
the door, and they walked up it, hand in hand.

Jamie opened the door at the top
of the stairs and turned to see Ryans jaw nearly hit her chest. The large
room ran the length and breadth of the massive garage. It was carpeted with
nice deep green plush, and floor to ceiling mirrors covered every wall. The
room held the latest and finest weight machines and free weights that Ryan had
ever seen. There were machines to work every part of the body, and racks of
free weights neatly lined up along a wall. There was a treadmill, an elliptical
cross trainer and a recumbent bike. A large screen TV sat against a far wall,
and huge speakers hung from the ceiling.

Ryan turned to Jamie wide eyed and
said, "Why didnt you show me this before?"

"Because I wanted to hold your
attention. I wanted you sweating over me, not over this iron," she said
with a grin. "But now I want you to sweat for me," she revealed,
as she leaned in to capture Ryans ruby lips.

Ryan pulled her head back slightly
as she gave her partner an indulgent grin. "I have got to say, Jamie, that
if I had known what a little firecracker you were, I would have put the full
court press on you that first day in class."

"Well, you know now, Sweetie.
So get ready to light my fuse," she breathed, right into Ryans smiling
face.

"Name your pleasure,"
Ryan said as she looked around the room, still amazed by the completeness of
the gym.

A slight flush grew on Jamies
cheeks as she said, "I need you to indulge me a little bit, if you dont
mind, that is. Ive been dreaming of this since we worked out together
on our Gay for a Day outing."

"Was that when you had really
good sex with Jack?"

"Good memory, Sweetie,"
she laughed. "Yeah, I still feel guilty about that. He was making love
to me, but I was making love to you," she said with an even pinker blush.
"My powers of denial even amaze me sometimes. I convinced myself that all
of the women in the gym wanted you, and that it was perfectly natural to have
those feelings. I just chalked it up to animal attraction."

Ryan was intrigued to find out some
more facts about how this process had worked for Jamie. "Did you fantasize
about me after that?"

"Not when I was with Jack.
I really did feel guilty about it, and it took some of the pleasure away. But
ever since February, I dont think Ive touched myself without seeing
your face or your body."

"I thought you said you didnt
touch yourself very often."

"I didnt. I think that
is a very big reason why I didnt. My denial is only so strong, Ryan. And
masturbating while thinking about your lean little body was tough for even me
to reconcile," she laughed. "So I think I tried to suppress my entire
sexual response."

"Well it doesnt seem
very repressed now," Ryan whispered into her ear.

"No, I would tend to agree
with that diagnosis, Dr. Freud," she said, kissing Ryan on the lips. "Now,
lets get busy." She led her smirking partner over to the machines
dedicated to the shoulders and back. "I dont know if Ive ever
told you this, but Ive found out that Im a back woman," she
said with a little eyebrow wiggle, as she kissed each exposed shoulder.

"I dont think you have,"
Ryan said. "As a matter of fact, I dont really know what about me
turns you on, besides these," she added with a grin, as she placed her
hands under her full breasts and lifted them tauntingly.

"Thats because everything
about you turns me on, silly." She gave Ryan a little squeeze as she added,
"Looking at other women has shown me that some parts just get my attention
first."

"And just where have you been
looking at other women? Hmmm?" Ryans tone was light and she clearly
was joking, but Jamie still flushed deeply.

"I I I dont
really look " she began, but Ryan cut her off.

"Everybody looks, Honey. Most
people just arent honest about it. Its not a problem."

Jamie rolled her eyes in relief,
happy that her partner was so low-key about these issues.

"Soooo," Ryan urged, her
playful grin back in place. "What works for you?"

"Well, as I just told you,
shoulders and backs are big favorites." She trailed her fingers down Ryans
back, feeling each individual muscle under the gray cotton. "And I like
to go a little farther down, too," she whispered, as she placed both hands
on Ryans firm rear and palmed her cheeks. She turned her around and ran
her hands all over her muscular thighs. "And these make me throb,"
she said, as she knelt to snake her tongue up one taut quadriceps. She looked
up from her position to see Ryans tightly closed eyes and small smile.
"Cmon, Baby," she said, as she stood and took her lovers
hand and led her to the lat pull-down equipment. "Time to sweat."

Ryan pulled up short and asked,
"So the game is to have me work out and then make love?"

"Umm well I guess
thats about it," she admitted. Looking up at her partner with a questioning
gaze she quickly added, "That doesnt bother you, does it?"

"Ahh no, " Ryan laughed.
"Combining two of my favorite activities is all good. But if Im going
to work out to turn you on, it only seems fair if you do the same for me."

"No, not really," Ryan
said, shaking her head briefly. "I meant it when I said that I was most
attracted to energy. Oh, I notice certain parts, if someone has an extraordinary
something-or-other, but I wouldnt say that any part particularly arouses
me."

Jamie sat down on a padded bench,
staring at her partner for a long moment. "Do you think its weird
that I focus on things?"

Ryan squatted down next to her,
placing her hands on Jamies knees. "Do you think its weird
that I dont?"

A quick headshake and a furrowed
brow indicated that she did not. "Thats not the same thing,"
Jamie said. "Not doing something is never as weird as doing something."

"Ahh I would tend to disagree,
and I have hundreds of examples to support my case, but let me assure you that
I do not think youre weird in any way, Babe. My guess is that more people
are like you than me."

Jamie leaned over and placed a quick
kiss on Ryans lips, then pulled her up to join her on the bench. "So,
tell me how you get aroused," she asked, in a shy voice.

"Okay," Ryan happily agreed.
"Let me think Ill tell you how it is when Im with you,
all right?"

"Sure."

"This is pretty simple actually.
Im always aroused when Im with you." A goofy grin covered her
lovely face, and Jamie couldnt help but laugh at her.

"Okay, Smarty-Pants, tell me
how it is I should say was with other women."

"Alright," Ryan agreed
once again. "Its sort of a what came first, the chicken or
the egg? with me," she posited. "Id be kinda horny, and
Id call someone or go to a club and meet someone. Im kind of a self-starter,"
she laughed.

"Surely that wasnt always
true," Jamie admonished.

"No, of course not. Sometimes
someone I knew would call, or Id run into them. If they asked me to come
over, Id get aroused thinking about how wed had sex before. If I
met someone that I didnt know, Id have to say that the thought of
exploring someone new was always arousing for me."

"Thats how you got in
the mood," Jamie insisted. "I want to know how you actually get aroused
once youre in the mood."

Ryan looked perplexed for a moment,
staring into space as she tried to answer the question. "Its the
same thing for me," she finally said. "Once Im in the moodIm
aroused."

"Yeah," Ryan nodded. "Id
have to say thats true. I get aroused really easily, Babe. I can go from
having no thoughts of sex to being completely aroused in a couple of minutes."
She shrugged her broad shoulders as she turned to look at her partner. "Its
not like that for you, is it?"

"God no! I have to work up
to it pretty slowly. It feels like a slowly rising thermometer for me,"
she said reflectively. "But I stay down in the low range for quite a while
most of the time. I have to touch and be touched to really get worked up."

"Name your poison," Jamie
smirked, as she joined her by the lat pull down equipment.

Ryan adjusted the seat and sat down,
waiting for Jamie to set the weight when she indicated her preference.

Before she began she said, "Ill
do my normal routine, and you can tell me where you are on the scale. Give me
a one to ten on how aroused you feel, and Ill do the same for you, okay?"

Staring at her partner for a moment,
Jamie said, "You know, you could make millions as a trainer if you used
this tactic on all of your clients."

"No way, Babe," Ryan laughed.
"This is private training in the best sense of the term."

Jamie stood back and watched her
partner glide through a 12-rep set of the back exercise. "Nice," she
muttered, coming close to place a kiss right behind Ryans ear.

"Scale?" the smirking
brunette asked.

"Im a ten for being in
the mood, but about a one in arousal," Jamie admitted. "You?"

"Mmm, Im not registering
yet," she said. "Do you know what it is about working out that makes
you hot?"

"Hmm," she mused as she
considered the question. "I uh think my main goal is to get you all
flushed and sweaty," she admitted, blushing as she revealed her secret
longing.

"I like sweat, too," Ryan
purred.

"It surprised the holy heck
out of me when I discovered that I like to see you sweat, but Ive fantasized
about it often since that time you took me to work out at the football stadium."
Ryan gazed at her curiously, so she continued. "You were leaning over me,
and the sweat was dripping off your face and landing on my bare skin. I almost
came right then and there!"

"Did you know you were attracted
to me then?" Ryan asked, unclear as to the date.

"Nope. It was right before
Christmas break. I was clueless on many levels," she laughed.

"Well, Ill sweat for
you any time now, Love," Ryan promised. She gripped the wide bar with her
hands spread about 18 inches apart and began to smoothly move the weight, barely
letting the plates touch the stack before she raised them again. She completed
her second set of 12 repetitions without interruption, but as she paused, Jamies
hands began to trace over her back muscles, applying almost no pressure at all
to the skin. As Ryan began the third set, Jamies hands rested lightly
on the flexing muscles, feeling each fiber as it strained and relaxed, strained
and relaxed.

Ryan pulled the bar down again and
again, concentrating on her form, while Jamie rubbed her thumbs in a sweeping
pattern, starting at her spine and fanning out. The small hands moved lower,
inch-by-inch, until she had covered the entire surface of the back, continuing
until Ryan began to tire and stopped to collect herself.

"Five!" Ryan gasped out
with a laugh. "When you whispered in my ear, everything started to tingle."

"Im about a two,"
Jamie said. "But its moving in the right direction."

"You know, its hard for
me to concentrate if there is loud music at the gym," Ryan admitted with
a smirk. "This is a whole new level of distraction."

"Do you like it?" Jamie
asked, afraid that maybe she was pushing her too far.

"I love it. I absolutely, positively,
love indulging your fantasies." She turned around to bestow a tender kiss
on her partners lips, lingering a little longer than necessary. "As
long as were going to be here for a while, do you want to test my capacity?"

"Huh?"

"Thats when I work from
a light weight with many reps and gradually increase to the heaviest weight
I can handle for just one or two reps. Wanna see?"

"Sure."

Ryan went to the seated cable row
and set the machine at 60 pounds. She sat down on the long padded bench and
executed 15 perfect reps, sliding the straight bar back to its terminus as she
finished. She raised the weight to 70 pounds and started again, after a rest.
This time she did 12 reps and Jamie could detect just a few drops of perspiration
trickling down her neck and running down to her tank top. The cotton wicked
most of them away immediately, but Jamie managed to snag one and rub it into
Ryans back with her index finger. "Three," the blonde whispered
into a flushed ear. Chills ran down Ryans back.

The next set saw another ten pounds
added, and Ryan looked like she was really ready to stop when the tenth rep
came. Another short rest allowed Jamie to capture a few more drops of sweat
and chase them around the smooth skin.

At 100 pounds, the eighth rep seemed
like it was going to fail, but she managed with a deep grunt to pull the bar
against her chest. This time the rest was a little longer, allowing Jamie more
time to play.

When the weight stack was set for
130 pounds, Ryan took a few deep breaths and steeled herself. She gripped the
bar and grunted heavily as first one, and then two reps were successfully completed.
She slid down and collapsed against the long bench, dropping her arms to dangle
off of it. "Wow, thats a bitch," she muttered, as she got to
her feet.

"Not for me," Jamie murmured
as she slid her arms around her waist and leaned in for a sweaty hug.

"Like that?" Ryan smirked,
looking down as her partner took in a deep breath.

"Umm-hmm," was her enthusiastic
reply. "Four in the express lane headed for five."

"I actually fell down a little,"
Ryan mused. "I really had to concentrate hard to do those reps right, and
the blood must have been needed in my back muscles more than my love muscles."

Musing silently for a moment, Ryan
decided on her pick. She rolled a large green exercise ball over and held it
still with her feet. "Crunches," she announced firmly.

"On that?" Jamie cried.

"Yep. Put up or shut up, Babe."

"Oh, all right," Jamie
sighed. "How do I do em?"

"Ill hold the ball still,
and you lie down with just your upper back resting on it."

"I cant do that!"

"Of course you can," Ryan
admonished. "Its not that hard. Come on now." To make it a little
easier, Jamie got on the floor and rolled onto the big ball, with Ryan stopping
the progress with her feet when she was in position. All of the weight of her
torso was resting on the ball, with her legs merely providing stability. "Looks
good," Ryan decided. "Now fold your arms across your chest, but hold
them away from your body good .good," she proclaimed. "Now
do a set of crunches just like you normally do them."

Jamie shot her a look, but complied
with the instructions, getting through a set of 15 with little difficulty.

"Excellent!" Ryan cried.
"How did that feel?"

"It felt like Ill feel
it tomorrow," she groused. "And my number went down, too!"

"Well, mine went up,"
Ryan decided. "Lets do another."

By the third set, Ryans eyes
were definitely twinkling, and Jamie decided that she didnt mind feeling
a little pain to keep that fire in those blue eyes. After the fourth set, the
fatiguing woman rested by sliding father onto the ball, letting her arms dangle
against the lime green surface. Even in repose, the muscles stood out in the
bright halogen light, and Ryan got to her knees next to the ball and leaned
in to raise her number a little.

She started to trace the protuberant
muscles with the very tip of her warm tongue, gliding over the dips and raises
as Jamie held perfectly still, soaking up the gentle sensation. "Back to
five," Ryan murmured between swipes of her tongue.

"Right there with ya,
Babe," the smaller woman murmured languidly, willing the touch to continue.

"Time for another set,"
Ryan whispered, breaking the mood.

Her compliant partner crunched her
way through an even 100 reps, and as she collapsed against the ball, Ryan started
to work on her tummy once again. By the time she was finished licking and sucking
on the moist, flushed skin, both of them were cruising along at a six.

"My turn again," Ryan
announced. "Would you rather see chest or shoulders?"

"Shoulders. Definitely shoulders,"
Jamie immediately replied.

Ryan chose the exercise that she
knew would highlight her muscles to their best advantage. She pulled a weight
bench right up next to the rack of dumb bells and picked up a pair of five-pound
weights to begin. "What are you going to do?" Jamie asked.

"Back delt fly," she replied.
"If you could hand me the next increment as I finish each set, it would
help."

"Love to," she smiled.

Ryan sat at the very edge of the
bench and leaned forward until her back was just a few degrees from parallel
to the floor. She held the weights behind her knees and slowly began to raise
them to shoulder height. She looked a bit like a very large bird, slowly flapping
its powerful wings, but Jamie found this particular bird to be terribly sexy.
She climbed onto the bench and sat directly behind her partner, trailing her
fingers down the now slick skin.

Ryan eased through 12 reps and paused
just a moment, while Jamie handed her the seven pounders. Just before she began,
cool hands began tugging at her tank top. "I think this exercise would
be perfect if it was performed topless," a soft voice hummed in her ear.

Lifting her arms immediately, Ryan
smiled up at her partner as the smaller woman tugged the wet garment off. The
reps fell as the weight, and Jamies arousal number, increased, until Ryan
was visibly straining to lift the 30 pound weights for just two reps. Jamie
loved the little grunts and "oofs" that she made, most of the sounds
reminding her of Ryans cute little orgasmic cries. For her part, Ryan
loved the feel of Jamies fingers gliding over her hot, wet skin as she
strained with the weights.

The taller woman stood and stretched
a bit when she was finished with the exercise. Her skin glowed pink under her
golden tan, and the already-prominent muscles of her back stood out even more,
evidently from the demands being placed on them. Raising her arms high above
her head, she reached for the sky with one arm, then the other, smirking slightly
at Jamies fascinated stare.

The blonde was nearly drooling as
she took in the vision that stood before her: sweat beading all over the smooth
torso, muscles rippling, chest straining from the effort of the workout.

"Number?" the dark beauty
asked teasingly.

"Duuuuh," Jamie replied
vacantly. "Ill get back to ya."

Ryan leaned her head back and laughed
heartily, her breasts bouncing against her chest as she did so. Just as Jamies
hands lifted to grasp the slick globes, Ryan stopped her advance. "Uh-uh,
Sparky, your turn to sweat. Youve barely got a glow on."

"Unnnngh," the feisty
blonde cried, trying in vain to wrench her hands from her partner. "Just
one squeeze?"

"Nope," Ryan decreed,
standing tall and crossing her arms across her chest to block access. "Work
first, then play."

"Play by the rules, Babe. I
want to see those shoulders and abs straining."

Rolling her eyes skyward, Jamie
allowed her partner to lift her so that she could grasp the pull-up bar. She
stuck her legs straight out, and started to raise and lower her body, keeping
her form tight and smooth.

The effort she was forced to expend
to perform the reps properly caused her muscles to stand out vividly, and Ryan
delighted as she watched the veins on Jamies biceps bulge from the stress.
Indulging her evil streak, Ryan stood behind her partner, and began to take
long swipes of her tongue down the straining back.

"Ohh, God," Jamie cried,
as she fought to focus. "Gonna fall!"

Ryan caught her easily, and lowered
her softly to the ground. "That might have been the worst set Ive
ever seen you do," she laughed. "But for being a good sport, Ill
give you a little treat." Jamie batted her eyes and smiled seductively
as her partner tugged the damp sports bra from her body. Her eyes fluttered
closed as Ryan stepped a few inches closer and squatted a little. She grasped
Jamies hands to deny her normal urges, and then allowed their rigid nipples
to brush lightly against each other.

"Unnggghhh," the frustrated
blonde cried as she tried to raise her hands to grasp the objects of her desire.

"Uh-uh-uh," Ryan insisted.
"If I let you have your way, were done for the day," she sagely
predicted. "Lets keep going until were both at ten."

"No fair!" Jamie cried.
"When I work, my arousal drops, and the same thing happens to you! Well
never get there."

"Hmm, you have a point,"
Ryan considered. "How can we accomplish our goal "

"Ive got an idea,"
twinkling green eyes decided, confidently taking Ryan by the hand. She led her
to a bar, resting at chest height on a structure that allowed the bar to glide
up and down on a track. "Some squats should do the trick," she proclaimed.

"Squats dont normally
make me hot," Ryan advised her.

"You havent been doing
them my way," the confident woman insisted.

"As usual, Im game,"
Ryan grinned, allowing Jamie to lead the dance.

"Okay," the thoughtful
woman decided. "Do a warm-up set first. What weight do you need?"

"Give me 50 for the warm-up,"
Ryan said. Jamie did so and watched as her partner moved the bar to the highest
position and stood under it. She released the locking hooks and let the weighted
bar settle onto her shoulders, carefully spreading her feet shoulder-width apart.
She bent slightly at the waist to secure the feel of the bar and then began
a set of squats, her thighs and butt taking on all of the weight.

Jamie stood behind her, letting
her eyes wander all over the powerful body. Even though Ryans thighs bore
most of the weight, her back muscles flexed and stretched nicely, providing
the smiling spectator with a nice show.

When the set was finished, Jamie
decided, "Now that were both warmed up, let me make one small equipment
change." Ryan stood and waited patiently as Jamie peeled the shorts off
of her, leaving only the G-string. "Gotta see the whole canvas," she
chuckled, as Ryan smiled down at her. "Okay, Sport, gimme another set."

While Ryan got the bar ready, Jamie
pulled a short bench over and sat down right behind her. Ryan took a quick look
over her shoulder, shaking her head at the prospective torture she knew was
in store for her. Nonetheless, she hefted the 80 pounds and began her set. On
the second rep, a pair of cool hands met her cheeks as she squatted into the
exercise. Those questing little hands roamed all over her ass, sending tingles
down both spines simultaneously.

The tiny little strap that bisected
Ryans butt was much more visually alluring than actual nakedness would
be, and the smaller womans heart thudded in her chest as she watched the
performance. The halogen spots that illuminated the space were providentially
positioned to send a pool of warm light right onto Ryans ass. The sculpted
cheeks glowed with a fine sheen of perspiration and, as Jamie leaned forward,
she found that her mouth was actually watering at the sight. Her tongue automatically
darted out of her mouth, and she found herself licking at the smooth, firm mounds
as she would a delicious ice cream cone on a sizzling hot day.

Ryans groan snapped Jamie
from her focus, and she sat up, letting her partner catch her breath. The weight
slid back onto the self-locking hooks, and Ryan stood for a moment, her legs
shaking from the combination of fatigue and arousal. Without a word, Jamie rose
and added ten more pounds to each end of the bar, making it an even one hundred.

Sparing a suspicious glance, Ryan
got back down to work, lifting the bar onto her shoulders and flattening her
back. On the third rep Jamies hand slid between her partners spread
legs, sliding along her cleft in an intentionally incendiary touch. A low moan
sprang from the dark womans lips as she shrugged out from under the weight,
letting it drop and clang loudly against the padded floor. She turned in the
same motion and pulled Jamie into her arms, carrying her onto a pair of exercise
mats. As she lowered her to the floor, she leaned down close and growled, "Ten!"
as her lips captured her partners in a fiery kiss.

They rolled around on the thin mats,
laughing wildly as they wrestled. Miraculously, Jamie won, tossing the larger
woman onto her back, legs slightly spread, with the tiny piece of fabric just
barely covering her vulva. Little black curls peeked out the sides of the material,
beckoning Jamie to explore the ineffectively hidden treasures.

Jamie leaned back and gave her a
cool appraisal. Azure eyes silently begged for relief, hips twitching with need.
The tantalizing body was flushed from head to heel, hair damp with sweat, bangs
stuck limply to forehead. She had a fine sheen of perspiration covering her
completely, and little rivers of sweat ran down her sides. Besides the tangy
aroma of exertion, Jamie was also rewarded by the scent of the arousal that
flowed from Ryan, occasionally wafting up to reach Jamies nose.

She began to run her hands slowly
up and down Ryans wet body. Her hands glided along smoothly, aided by
the lubrication. Ryans head tossed back and forth in frustration as she
sucked in a deep breath. Jamies hands were not idle for a moment, stroking
her slick breasts and her belly. "God, I love your scent," Jamie growled
into her ear, as she bent to cover her chest and belly with tender, emotion-filled
kisses. The kisses became more heated and soon progressed to firm sucking and
sharp nibbles. Ryan groaned and gasped for breath as Jamie continued to lick
and suck all down her body. Her breathing was ragged and quick, and she was
nearly beside herself with arousal. "You have to Ive got to "
Ryan shook her head roughly, frustrated with her inability to form a coherent
sentence. She grasped Jamies hands and forced them between her legs, locking
her clear blue eyes on her partner. Her features were tense from the frustration
that pounded through her body, and she managed to speak only one word, but her
meaning was crystal clear, "Pleeease," she moaned, shivering roughly.
"Please."

Ryans blue eyes were largely
unfocused as she gazed at her partner in amazement. She knew that her request
had been understood, and it dawned on her that Jamie actually wanted her to
beg. Its your own fault, Ryan, she chided herself. I think you
might be biting off more than you can chew when this one lets loose. Ah well she
thought with a mental shrug, Ive begged before, and Ill beg again.

Her hands slid up her slick belly
to cup her breasts, clearly Jamies favorite spot. Her eyes fluttered closed
as her hands grasped the tender flesh, now so slick with sweat that she had
a hard time holding on. Her head tilted back as she squeezed firmly, the flushed
skin peeking out from between her splayed fingers. A small gasp of pain flew
from her lips as she grew a little too enthusiastic, and she bit down on her
lower lip as she intentionally kept up the pressure. The throbbing between her
legs increased dramatically, and her hips began to twitch of their own accord,
as she continued to squeeze her now-tender breasts roughly.

It was impossible to open her eyes
fully, but the heavy-lidded glance she spared her partner showed that the demonstration
was working according to plan. Emerald green eyes focused on her hands like
lasers, and the blonde licked her lips as she leaned in so close that her hot
breath floated across the simmering flesh.

Ryan knew she had her at this point,
and she reveled in the power she felt in being able to affect her partner so
strongly. Her desire flared even brighter as their eyes locked together and
she could see the stark need displayed in the verdant depths. The power had
definitely shifted, and Ryan offered a knowing smile as she slid her thumbs
into the tiny waistband of her G-string and slipped it from her body. Her legs
splayed wide open as she made her final plea.

One elegantly shaped finger was
slowly pulled into her warm mouth while Jamie watched in fascinated silence.
Ryans cheeks pulsed as she sucked deeply, wetting the lucky finger thoroughly.
Withdrawing it with a "pop", she trailed a wet path down her chest,
moving to one firm nipple, then to the otherleaving a thin trail of moisture
as the finger passed. Pausing to replenish the lubrication, Ryan continued her
erotic demonstration, heading further and further south. She gasped and thrust
her hips sharply when her finger grazed the edge of her swollen lips, and her
eyes flew open when Jamie let out a growl and dove for her. Before she could
blink, determined small hands had slid under her thighs and pulled her forward
just enough for Jamies questing tongue to lave her throbbing need.

A deeply satisfied smile graced
Ryans lips as she relaxed into the touch, her hands coming to rest gently
upon Jamies fair head. Two can play the begging game, my love,
she thought with a wry smirk.

Even the distraction of reflecting
on her accomplishment could not hold off her fulfillment, and after mere seconds
of this exquisite torture, Ryan felt herself cresting near the edge. She gritted
her teeth, trying to hold off the inevitable terminus, since the journey had
been so arduous. But she was powerless over the fantastic sensations radiating
from the center of her body, and after a scant few moments, her head began to
toss back and forth, a low, strangled cry bubbling up from her chest as she
climaxed.

As the pulsing slowed, her fingers
found Jamies shoulders, and she pushed gently, forcing the determined
woman away from her stimulated flesh. "No more," she moaned weakly.
"No more."

In a heartbeat, Jamie was at her
side, wrapping her in a loving embrace, holding her close until her rapid heartbeat
had calmed. "Im covered in your scent again," the small woman
murmured, rubbing her wet face against Ryans cheek.

Ryan chuckled, deep and low in her
chest. "You seem to have warmed up to the scent thing pretty quickly. What
happened to that innocent young thing I knew just a few days ago?"

Jamie looked at her, eyes slightly
wide. "Do you like it?" she asked with a good bit of hesitation in
her voice.

"Like it?" Ryan asked
with an even bigger laugh. "I love it! I knew there was a little firecracker
hiding behind that demure demeanor."

"Mia was right," Jamie
mused, as she snuggled up against Ryans chest.

"Mia? Where does she figure
into this discussion?"

"When we were talking on the
beach, she told me that oral sex was one of the most fantastic things to do
with someone you cared for," Jamie revealed.

"Hmm, Im not sure Id
agree if I was straight, but theres nothing I like better with a woman,"
the dark beauty agreed.

Jamie knew that Ryan had not a clue
about Mias dabblings, but she didnt feel that she should reveal
the truth, so she merely agreed with her partner. They rested together for a
few minutes before Jamie looked up at her lover and asked, "Um why
havent you done that to me, if you like it?"

Ryans low laugh rumbled through
both of their bodies. "I tried to, Hon, but you were having none of it.
I decided to hold off until you indicated that you were receptive."

"Ooh, I guess I did that, didnt
I?" she asked with a little giggle. "Well, its okay if you want
to do it now," she offered magnanimously.

"Uh-uh," Ryan smiled down
at her. "I want you to tell me when youre in the mood."

Jamie sat up and stared at her.
"Tell you?" she gasped.

"Yep," Ryan decreed. "Youve
been uncomfortable before, and I dont want to make you feel odd about
it. When you want to try it, I want you to tell me, or signal me somehow."
Ryans eyes danced with humor as she reminded her partner, "You said
youd rather signal me than ask for what you want, remember?"

"Oh, Honey," she moaned,
as she collapsed against her partners side. "I dont think I
can do that. Cant you just be in charge?"

It was obvious that Jamie desperately
wanted her partner to take responsibility for this decision, but Ryan was adamant.
"Nope. I told you the other night that isnt how I want this relationship
to be, and you agreed, Jamie. We need to learn to ask for what we want, and
be comfortable with our desires. It might take you a while, but I want you to
ask me for what you need. I promise Ill satisfy every request, if Im
capable."

A deep sigh expressed Jamies
unhappiness with this arrangement. "I dont like it," she groused.

"Humor me," Ryan insisted.
"Own your desires, Babe."

"Oh, all right," she grumbled,
rolling onto her back. Quickly shucking her shorts, she held her arms open and
demanded, "I desire to have you make love to me until Im faint."

"Your wish is my command."
Ryan smiled, flashing her white teeth.

Within moments they were gliding
against each other in a slick, sensual dance, warm, wet bodies moving with tortuously
slow grace. Ryan had taken her partners wish with the utmost seriousness,
and she was determined to make Jamie beg for mercy.

Bit by bit she loved her squirming
body, kissing every surface, nibbling and sucking on most. The small woman writhed
under the loving assault, moaning softly as she tried in vain to quicken her
partners pace.

Ryan was moving slowly, investigating
every spot that caught her interest. Making her way down her partners
shaking body, she was now lying between her lovers trembling thighs, dark
head resting on a firmly muscled leg. The fiendish woman seemingly was trying
to drive her victim absolutely mad, as she languidly teased the sensitive skin
of the inner thighs that lay just within reach. Her warm, wet tongue had been
drawing complex patterns on the baby-soft skin for long minutes, never drawing
closer to the goal Jamie desired but was too shy to request.

Trying to lure Ryan closer was having
scant success. Jamies legs were spread as wide as was humanly possible,
but neither her position, nor her moans and whimpers had the desired effect.
Come on, Baby, she urged silently. You know I want it, and I know
you want to do it come on just another inch!

Ryans head moved just a fraction
of an inch, giving the silent woman hope, but the soft lips fell onto the skin
just adjacent to the spot where they were so desperately needed. For one tantalizing
second, as Ryan lifted her head again and hovered just above the throbbing spot,
Jamie was sure that her partner would take pity on her and continue on her path,.
Her warm, humid breath floated over Jamies overheated skin, so close and
yet, so far. The dark head tilted just enough for cerulean eyes to lock onto
mist green as Ryan pursed her ruby lips and blew a small kiss at the slick flesh
and began to pull back.

Realization dawned on Jamie, and
before Ryan had traveled three inches, determined small hands grabbed her head
and pulled it forward, forcing Ryans face into her moistness. "Do
it, Ryan! God! Please do it!" Jamie cried unnecessarily.

Without hesitation, Ryan tilted
her head and let her tongue travel in an unbroken path, trailing all along Jamies
need with a long, wet kiss. "OHH! My God!!" the gasping woman cried,
her legs impossibly sliding open even further.

For just a moment, Ryan lifted her
head and made contact with Jamies heavy-lidded eyes. "This was worth
the wait," she murmured, the sincerity of her words reflected in her ardent
gaze. "Youre absolutely magnificent."

Green eyes fluttered closed as Ryan
bent to her pleasure-filled task. Small hands went to the back of her lovers
head and caressed it as the dark woman settled down to feed upon the nectar
of her arousal.

Quicker than either woman wished,
the blonde head fell back, and Jamie cried out loudly, moaning and gasping as
powerful waves of sensation washed through her body. Ryan stayed right where
she was, watching in delight as a series of spasms rolled through her partners
coiled form. She gently stroked the trembling thighs, murmuring words of love
as her lovers body slowly calmed.

When the pulsing seemed to have
stopped, Ryan crawled up and cuddled her still-spent partner in her arms. After
several minutes, Jamie rolled onto her back and smiled lazily. "You always
know best."

"Another convert to the cunnilingus
club?" Ryan gently teased.

"As soon as my hands stop shaking,
Ill sign up for a lifetime membership," the satisfied blonde smirked,
dropping her head onto Ryans chest for a short, well-deserved nap.